Cliff Paul E

I think now there's been another slap. Yeah. Mm. I got so much shit to say. Sometimes I feel like I be holding back. I ain't holding back no more. Yeah. Mm. It's a hard-knocking life, but this bread easy. Why you go the other way? 'Cause niggas can't leave me. They try to run me through a brick wall, But I really ball. You ain't nothing but a Fake me, Cliff Paul. Remix the work, I got bitches tryna flirt. Say I got the best D, and I ain't Never made her squirt, sweetheart. Feeling obligated, you don't play a key part. You can't run from these bullets, ain't no ducking These darts. Yeah, I could talk about the pain, But nigga, fuck all that. You ain't dropped a Pin, nigga, who you put on the map? You need to really relax, put the feelings in Back. All I wanna do is win, plenty times I had to sin, but I'm here now. Straight rich nigga vibes what it is now. Keep a strap on my hip, many men down. In Miami up at Liv tryna live now. I'm a legend in my books, still running with The crooks. Why they tryna double back when all They did was overlook? Ran into the opps and All them niggas did was look. We was only two deep, two heats, you know What's up. I ain't turning down. Yeah, Mm. Paranoid, I seen niggas get killed over a Pound. Yeah, Mm. Man, these niggas out of shape, young Pace Running town. Yeah, Mm. How you living with yourself knowing that you Living foul? Yeah, Mm. When you real with yourself, nigga, Life be on a cloud. Yeah. My dawg with whatever I'm with, you know I keep his ass around. Yeah, mm, Mm. It's a hard-knocking life, but this bread easy. Why you go the other way? 'Cause niggas can't leave me. They try to run me through brick wall, but I really ball. You ain't nothing but a fake Me, Cliff Paul. Remix the work, I got bitches Tryna flirt. Say I got the best D, and I ain't never made her squirt, sweetheart. Feeling obligated, you don't play a key part. You can't run from these bullets, ain't no ducking These darts. In that mode now. She love when we making love, Tucker porn style. Every time I get a bag, count it head First. Run it through the money counter, then I Swag surf. Yeah. How you feeling like this? 'Cause I'm living like that. The fans love me like a college running back, Shout out Drizzy. Certified stepper, if I love you, Then it's really, yeah. Bulletproof, yeah. Take a peek, you could see what I really Do. Niggas popping for the 'Net, but I been The truth. I had a wave since grade and Middle school. They think Pace know the way, I Think I really do. It's been a hard-knocking life, But I stood on it. You ain't never stood on biz, put your foot On it. Stand on business like I'm Tip son. I'm a red rum. Long live all my niggas, I'ma keep it going. It's a hard-knocking life, but This bread easy. Why you go the other way? 'Cause niggas can't leave me. They try to run me through a brick wall, But I really ball. You ain't nothing but a Fake me, Cliff Paul. Remix the work, I got bitches tryna flirt. Say I got the best D, and I ain't Never made her squirt, sweetheart. Feeling obligated, you don't play a key part. You can't run from these bullets, ain't no ducking These darts. Yeah, mm. Mm, yeah.